A Few of My Favorite Things

Raindrops on roses and whiskers* on kittens ...

I know a girl who willingly admits that, most times, she wants to be the favorite. Mostly with her grandkids and kids (in that order) and, until recently, her little dog. She got annoyed, in fact, when, a few months ago, the doggie started paying more attention to me and what I was eating than to her and what she was eating at Suppertime**.

Nevermind that I almost completely ignored him the entire time I was eating. She, on the other hand, would give him a bite after every few bites of her own. For some reason, though, he found me and my food more interesting ... even when the girl and I were eating the same kind of food!

Except at certain meal times, this girl was definitely that dog’s favorite. And in almost all aspects, this girl is my favorite.

I, however, am this girl’s favorite writer and photographer. I like that.

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Speaking of photos ...

This is one of my favorite pictures of my sister and me. We are wearing my mom’s pajamas — Debra in the top and me in the bottoms. There is an Ed Ames album on the floor next to my foot. (Ed sang a song I really loved called “Who Will Answer?”)

A couple I know took a stab at marriage counseling. One session and they are ready to call it quits.

Their counselor asked them 3 questions:

1. What do you like about each other?

2. What do you love about each other?

3. Why do you want to stay together with this person?

They were stunned to realize that they had no answers to any of the questions.

(This topic definitely does not fall under my favorite things category, but I was thinking about it, so ... there.)

Actually, breakups are some of my least favorite things; at times, though, they are the best things for everyone involved.

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* — Sometimes, I accidentally sing “whispers.” I have no idea why.

** — Capitalized in honor of Snoopy AND Chico’s favorite time o’ day.